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He did not cease; but cooed and cooed;
THREE years she
in sun and shower, "A lovelier flower
Then Nature said,
On earth was never sown ;
This Child I to myself will take;
She shall be mine, and I will make
Myself will to my darling be
Both law and impulse: and with me
The Girl, in rock and plain,
In earth and heaven, in glade and bower,
To kindle or restrain.
She shall be sportive as the Fawn
And her's shall be the breathing balm,
Of mute insensate things.
The floating Clouds their state shall lend
Nor shall she fail to see
Even in the motions of the Storm
Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
The Stars of midnight shall be dear
To her; and she shall lean her ear
In many a secret place
Where Rivulets dance their wayward round,
And beauty born of murmuring sound
Shall pass into her face.
And vital feelings of delight
Shall rear her form to stately height,
Her virgin bosom swell;
Such thoughts to Lucy I will give
While she and I together live
Here in this happy Dell."
Thus Nature spake - The work was done —
How soon my Lucy's race was run!
She died, and left to me
This heath, this calm, and quiet scene;
The memory of what has been,
And never more will be.
A SLUMBER did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees,
THE HORN OF EGREMONT CASTLE.
WHEN the Brothers reached the gateway,
Eustace pointed with his lance
To the Horn which there was hanging;
Horn of the inheritance.
Horn it was which none could sound,
No one upon living ground,
Save He who came as rightful Heir
To Egremont's Domains and Castle fair.
Heirs from ages without record
Had the House of Lucie born,
Who of right had claimed the Lordship
By the proof upon the Horn:
Each at the appointed hour
Tried the Horn, it owned his power;
Which good Sir Eustace sounded, was the last.
With his lance Sir Eustace pointed,
"What I speak this Horn shall witness
Hear, then, and neglect me not!
The words are uttered from my heart,
On good service we are going
In which course if Christ our Saviour
Hither come thou back straightway,
Return, and sound the Horn, that we
"Fear not," quickly answered Hubert;
What thou askest, noble Brother,
To Palestine the Brothers took their way.
Side by side they fought (the Lucies
By what evil spirit brought?
Oh! can a brave Man wish to take
His Brother's life, for Lands' and Castle's sake?
"Sir!" the Ruffians said to Hubert,
But silent and by stealth he came,
And at an hour which nobody could name.
None could tell if it were night-time,
But bold Hubert lives in glee:
And bright the Lady is who shares his bed.
Likewise he had Sons and Daughters;
At his board by these surrounded,
And while thus in open day
Once he sate, as old books say,
A blast was uttered from the Horn, Where by the Castle-gate it hung forlorn.